If you do not heal, you will bleed on the people who didn't hurt you

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There are wounds that never truly go away, pain that stays even when years have passed.

The childhood we should have had—filled with love, safety, and warmth—was taken from us. Instead, we were left with memories of fear, loneliness, and pain. The things we never got to say, the emotions we were forced to bury, the scars we pretended didn’t exist—these are the things that follow us as we grow.

People say, “The past is the past. Let it go.” But how can we let go of something that shaped who we are? How can we forget something that still affects the way we think, the way we love, the way we trust? No matter how much we try to ignore it, the past has a way of creeping back into our lives, especially when we least expect it.

And if we do not heal, we will bleed.

We will bleed through our words—pushing away those who care and blaming them for things they never did. We will bleed through our actions—building walls so high that even love cannot reach us. We will bleed through our fears—believing that kindness won’t last, happiness is a lie, and love is something we must always be afraid of

But the saddest part? We will bleed on the people who never hurt us. The ones who only wanted to love us. The ones who tried to understand. The ones who held us gently, only to be met with our fear, our anger, our brokenness.

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And that is the tragedy of unhealed pain—it doesn’t stay in the past. It finds its way into our present, into the people who never caused it.

But why? Why is it our responsibility to heal from the pain that others inflicted on us? Why do we have to fix something that they broke?

Because if we don’t, the cycle continues. We become what we hated. We hurt others the way we were hurt. And without meaning to, we pass our pain onto people who don’t deserve it.

Healing is unfair. It is painful. It forces us to face the things we spent our whole lives running from. But it is also necessary. Not for the people who hurt us, not for the world that tells us to move on—but for ourselves.

We deserve peace. We deserve to love without fear. We deserve to live without the weight of the past suffocating us.

So if you do not heal, you will bleed.

But if you choose to face the pain, to slowly stitch up the wounds, to take one step at a time toward healing—then one day, you will wake up and realize… you are no longer bleeding. You are finally free.